Friction

I knew it musta been some big set-up All the action just would not let up It's just a little bit back from the main road Where the silence spreads and the men dig holesI start to spin the tale You complain of my dictionYou give me friction You give me friction You give me frictionMy eyes are like telescopes I see it all backwards, but who wants hope? If I ever catch that ventriloquist I'll squeeze his head, right into my fistSomething coming tracking in What is it, what's the prediction? I'll betcha, it's friction I'll betcha, it's friction I'll betcha, it's friction Idol snake, get out of that skin Here's a bit of DixonStop this head motion, set the sails You know all us boys gonna wind up in jail Well, I don't wanna grow up There's too much contradictionAnd too much friction But I dig friction You know I'm crazy about friction F R I C T I O NFriction Friction Friction Friction Friction